This may not be as obvious as the title suggests! It seems like there are a million reasons why people travel. My wife and I have done a fair amount of travelling since marrying back in 2000, and it seems like the older we get the more our desire to visit countries that differ from Canada increases. Here then are a few questions for readers to ponder: Do we travel to visit museums, cultural landmarks, and buildings with great architecture? Is it to experience other cultures? Maybe it’s to lie on a warm beach or to escape the Canadian winter. And how do we experience other cultures? Is it by walking the streets, tasting the local cuisine, or attending religious services? Do we travel with the aim of meeting people or do we keep a comfortable and safe distance? Do we study the country’s history before arriving or do we just assure ourselves of the country’s safeness? What motivates us to visit a particular country? Is there an emotional attachment? Perhaps we expect to experience some kind of emotion that we can’t achieve at “home”. I ask these questions because I’m sure that every individual has his or her own answer.
I first experienced travel as a young thirteen year old kid when his parents decided to take the family back to the old country, Italy to be more precise. You’re born in a country like Canada, into an immigrant family, and identity issues emerge which in my case were always a source of intellectual stimulation rather than any source of anxiety. It made my experience richer and going back for the first time to see where it all started was exciting. Everything about Italy was exotic, from the food to the architecture to the people. What I remember most, though, were the sounds. It was loud, and the language was different. We landed in Rome in August of 1972, and I remember thinking how cool it was to be in a country where people belonged to the same ethnic group as my family did. And of course the history!
We travelled from Rome to Salerno and didn’t see much in terms of historical sights but this was irrelevant to me. I was amazed by the lack of greenness. Everything seemed dry and brown. Beautiful! Why travel to a country that looks exactly the same as the one you just left? We arrived in Salerno, a bustling city, in fact one of Italy’s largest port cities, and what I saw and heard was the hustle and bustle of a busy urban center, and the smell of the Tyrrhenian Sea. We could see and hear the waves crashing against the beach. You wouldn’t want to swim in it, but I knew then that I would one day spend more time walking on the beach than actually swimming in it, which my wife and I do every other year when we visit Oregon’s spectacular beaches. But the best was yet to come. After visiting with my aunt and her family, we drove to Piaggine, our ancestral village, a small town tucked away in the mountains, about 50 kilometers from Paestum where three Greek temples and a Roman forum still stand. It was pure adventure once we left the highway and took a narrow road that traversed through villages built during the Middle Ages if not earlier. Hill top villages, small fiat cars competing with mules, old ladies dressed in black, olive groves, some sheep; these were villages Fellini would have appreciated. Arriving in Piaggine around 10.00 p.m., I felt like I had been transported to some ancient past. Our village has a population of fifteen hundred but had a lot more before many of our fellow villagers left for the Americas where they would settle in legendary places like the Bronx, Astoria, and East Harlem. I didn’t know all this when I arrived in the summer of 1972, but the journalist in me spent the summer asking a million questions to anyone who would listen. My point is that it’s great to visit a place where you’re not a tourist. Suddenly there’s a connection. Some of us hyphenated citizens enjoy this luxury.
We spent three weeks in Piaggine. I awoke in the morning to hear a mule going up the street; could anything be more foreign to a teenager born and raised in a Canadian metropolis with two million people? The other thing that immediately struck me was seeing people walk! They could be seen walking in the piazza, up the street, over to the soccer field, the local cafĂ©, the next village; there were endless reasons for people to walk in a town where everything was in walking distance. A life-long affinity for urban environments free of cars and trucks was born. This perhaps explains my affection for Venice and Lucca. But you need to travel to discover that you even have this affinity. The food was also terrific but the bread was a challenge. They don’t do breakfasts like in Canada and buying a soda like coca cola seemed like a big deal. No hamburgers or junk food; what an environment!
Everything described above took place in 1972. The village has changed since then and one can live there with all of the amenities one enjoys in big cities. Back in 1972 they had water issues and unheated homes. We were back in Piaggine five years ago and those problems have been solved. But the old people are gone. It’s strange to visit a place full of memories but with uncles and aunts gone. Thankfully, I still have an aunt and a cousin along with his family living there.
In the end, we travel for all sorts of reasons but the travelling that is the most rewarding is the one that takes us to a place where we feel we belong or that we have some connection to. For me it was my ancestral homeland. For someone in love with Charles Dickens it might be a visit to East London, for a devout Muslim, Mecca, for a diehard baseball fan, Cooperstown. But ideally, the reader will hopefully have had the experience that I enjoyed in 1972.
In a perfect trip one experiences all the senses that evolution has given us. That first trip to Italy led me to Paestum where three Greek Temples still stand as monuments to Greek history. This helped stir my love of history which continues till this day. And the beaches nearby were sublime even if there wasn’t any boardwalk. We came back to Canada and everything seemed incredibly green! Even autumn had arrived even though it was only the first week of September. This was before global change.
I was home but a different person. My advice to people with children: Travel with your teenage children if you can. And travel to a real place. Forget Disneyland, Cancun, cruises with endless buffets. Take them instead to a place like Piaggine and get your children to experience all their senses! There’s only so much stuff you can buy them. What they’ll remember is that exotic trip where they experienced a world destined to disappear, and hopefully, some things about themselves.